Thy Flesh Consumed

Haunted by the ghostly figures
Of a past I’ll never leave;
That will never leave me.

It’s never easy letting go,
But perhaps it’s what I need -
Just to run; forget.

Forget the years of happiness;
The years of joy.
The love.

Turn and escape;
Hide from a life
That I know is meant to be.

Each room tells a story;
But the tale remains the same –
It’s one of fond farewells.

I look upon the empty space,
Where once our bed had stood.
It hurt.

It hurt to think of the joy we shared;
The love we showed;
What of it now?

Now there’s nothing;
Just a shadow.
An empty space in an empty room.

An empty room in an empty house
That, for a while at least,
Played host to an empty heart.

I carry that emptiness with me now,
It burns into my soul,
Leaving still more emptiness.

There’s only one that can fill that void;
She knows it, yet she remains
In her own prison.

And so, with a sigh,
And heavy heart,
I continue my journey alone.